PARODY - Ain't No Rest For Christa (Ain't No Rest For The Wicked)

Kennysucks

I was jamming out to this song and then i randomly started to make a walking dead parody of it off the top of my head

The song i made the Parody of:

Ain't No Rest For Christa:
I was walking down the street
when out the corner of my eye
I saw a bad-ass looking group approaching me

They said, They never seen a couple who looks so all alone
could you guys use a little company?
If you got some skills to show
We'll help make your group grow
Or you can go and send me 'n' Omid on our way

They said your such a cool couple
Why would you be all by yourselves?
I looked at them and this is what I said

Oh there ain't no rest for Christa,
Babies don't grow on trees,
I've got deaths to grieve, I got Clem to feed,
There aint nothin in this world for me

I know I cant slow down,
I cant hold back,
though you know I wish I could,
oh no, there ain't no rest for Christa,
Until She close her eyes for good

Not even couple days later
after stoppin at the bathroom
when Clem saw the reflection of a girl
creep out of sight

Then she swept out from the side
She put a gun to her head
She made it clear she wasn't
looking for a fight

She said give me all you got
i want your hat and not your life
if you try to make a move i wont think twice

Omid came bustin in, she was bout to say good night
but she turned real quick popped a cap
and i came over to see the sight

Oh there ain't no rest for Christa,
Babies don't grow on trees,
I've got deaths to grieve, I got Clem to feed,
There aint nothin in this world for me

I know I cant slow down,
I cant hold back,
though you know I wish I could,
oh no, there ain't no rest for Christa,
Until She close her eyes for good

Now bout 16 months pass
and i was sitting at my camp
the fire was dying down
and i had to go look for wood

So i went in to the woods
and heard sounds all around me
and what happened next
i almost couldn't comprehend

a group of Bandits came a around
they takin' food from lone survivors
They chased us off and then stuffed their mouths
with righteous possum meat

But even still i cant say much
cause i know were all the same
oh yes we all seek out to satisfy our needs

Oh there ain't no rest for Christa,
Babies don't grow on trees,
I've got deaths to grieve, I got Clem to feed,
There aint nothin in this world for me

I know I cant slow down,
I cant hold back,
though you know I wish I could,
oh no, there ain't no rest for Christa,
Until She close her eyes for good